What catches my breath like no other? This tangible reality which is ever changing this 1590th year after the death of Our LORD. My travels bring nothing but joy to my creative nerve. How should I put it? "Go and catch a falling star" ? Though unknown and surely in possible there are surely less knowable things in this world like who split Lucifer's hoof? Though, despite the questing and waunderlust, there is some empty part of myself that wishes for quiet and to be taught.
Upon this tour of the continent I have seen sights that dwarf mine, and have to reflect back on my mother land. To Great Britain and our Absolute and Virgin Queen, I am but one lost lamb; I am disgusted at my own sub-servitude passions that no roots can hold. Looking foward I know not where the past years are! I focus on my needs and knowledge and my passions, which end with one ultimate end ( as I suspect and foot-hardened bachelor finds), which is a woman.
